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Windsurfing Nation

The keening cries of seagulls circling
and wheeling in the crystal blue air
is a soundtrack for a movie ending
The plastic palm trees swaying
in an artificial breeze
Skin soaked in honey,
these picture perfect people
just trying to be real,
existing for this one moment
in colour
before returning,
like toy soldiers
when playtime is over
The keening cry of seagulls
is a loop tape
playing over
and over
and over
with each repetition
fading
into the cold of
radio static

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